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“How long did she own that house?”

“When we were kids it was abandoned. Then an old couple bought it but they passed, leavin’ it abandoned once more. Nobody wanted to live next to a club. Chloe owned it after that, as far as I know.”

“Colt must have been hurt to never go over there and fix it up,” I murmur, glancing back in the direction of the smoke rising above the trees.

“Whatever went down, it destroyed my dad.”

That really sucks.

I hope one day I get answers to that.

“Got to get back to business,” Western murmurs, “runnin’ out of time and don’t have patience for Colt and his dramas. You can wait in the shed, I have to call a meetin’.”

Meaning just the guys. I get it.

All afternoon, I’ve been thinking of something that might work to get Bill out of the picture. Of course, nothing I come up with is going to take down whoever he’s working for, but it sure as hell might be enough to end him and right now, that’s better than nothing. That buys the club time to be able to get to the bottom of this, and it’ll expose Bill for the monster he truly is. He’ll go away for a long time and he’ll never taste freedom again.

“I might have a plan, but I was wondering if I could ask you a question?”

Western pauses and turns, staring down at me. “Ask.”

“Do you know where all the boys are, the ones that you saved? Did you keep record of their names and where you sent them to begin their new lives?”

Narrowing his eyes, Western nods.

I smile. “I think I have a way to finish Bill Whart.”

Taking a step towards me, Western murmurs, “I’m listenin’....”

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Staring down betweenus, I watch as Western’s cock drags out of my pussy, coated in a sleek layer of arousal. The thick, rigid length stretches me wide as he slowly sinks it back in, and I hungrily lap it up, loving every second of the way he fills me. The veins on his shaft bulge as he rocks those incredible hips, sinking in and out, his release nearing. I want to see it, when he finds his ending. I want to watch as he cums all over my flesh.

“Cum on me,” I whimper, my legs over his shoulders as he slams me on the kitchen table.

With a feral hiss, he pulls his cock out, curling his hand around the near purplish flesh. He jerks it up and down and the sight alone is enough to make my pussy clench with need. He has already given me three orgasms and still, I want more. Watching him pleasure himself, watching the way his jaw tightens and his muscles strain as his face fills with ecstasy, is something I’ll never grow tired of.

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